Ryker’s POV
“She’s still ignoring us,” I mutter as I make my way to my room. Ayla found a way to disappear out of the dining room without much effort—like always.
I shake my head. The girl has some good disappearing skills.
I slowly unlock my room and drag my feet inside. I’m not really in the mood to be here, but Kael ordered us to get some rest.
I sigh, moving toward my bed. I sit, feeling the familiar dip under my weight.
How do I mend something I broke? How do I get this she-wolf out of my head?
Ayla’s beautiful face flashes before my eyes. She’s perfect in every way. Her silver eyes look like the full moon; her soft, full pink lips are my downfall. I have this pull—every bone in my body compelled to go to her. Every cell in me needs to touch her.
Goddess, what are you doing to
